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MISS L. PENNEY. 



New York: 

JAMES B. DUNN, 

3 and 5 WEST EIGHTEENTH STREET. 

1898. 

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Copyright, 1898, by 

The National Temperance Society and 
Publication House. 

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¥EE GIRLS AND BOYS 


UNCLE JACK’S SURPRISE. . 

Such a surprise as the children had on a Uhrist- 
mas night, at L^ncle Jack’s house! They had 
spent the day there, and had feasted and frolicked 
to such an extent that they were rather tired 
when evening came. One and all said they had 
never had such good times before. If the day- 
time play was good, it was nothing to the sur- 
prise he gave them at night. They had scamp- 
ered all over the house, playing hide-and-seek in 
all the rooms except one. The library was 
closed. The door was locked. Jessie wondered 
‘"why?” and Bennie said, “Oh, I guess he is 
afraid we will disturb his books; but we wouldn’t. 
We would just be as careful!” But the door was 
shut all day. 

After supper Uncle Jack disappeared for a 
while. The children had gathered around the fire- 
place planning what they should do next, when 
Uncle Jack’s voice was heard in the hall, saying, 


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“Children, I want you!” and away they scamp- 
ered. The library door was open and there stood 
Uncle Jack; a bright light met their gaze, caused 
by dozens of lighted candles, on a gaily dressed 
Christmas-tree. They lit up the tree and the 
whole room. 

“Oh ! oh ! oh !” shouted the little ones. 

“Ain’t it lovely?” said Jessie. 

“Oh! I thee a dolly up on a branch,” lisped 
little Grace. 

“And I see a horse and cart,” said Ned. 

The tree was loaded, having a gift for every 
one. No one was forgotten; not even black 
Dinah in the kitchen, or Mary the nurse. There 
were games, dolls, books, horses and carts, can- 
dies, and other things that boys and girls like. 
“Oh! Uncle Jack, how did you know what boys 
like?” asked Ned. 

“Because I was a boy myself once,” he an- 
swered. 

“Yes, and he was always a good boy,” said 
grandma. 

“That’s what makes him so good now, I 
guess,” said Joe. 

“Yes, good boys make good men,” said Sue; 
“remember that, Rob,” and Rob thanked her for 
her advice by pinching her ear. 


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MAY’S MESSAGE TO HER PAPA. 

Little May, a dear little tot, was playing out- 
of-doors, in the garden. When she went in the 
house she found her oldest sister sitting at the 
table writing a letter. She well knew whom she 
was writing to, for May’s papa was absent from 
home much of the time, and he dearly loved to 
receive letters telling him about the home and 
the dear ones he loved so fondly. May went up 
to her sister, and, throwing her arms about her 


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neck, gave her a kiss and a tight, loving squeeze, 
and then said, “Spell that out to papa.” That 
was a cunning way of telling him her love. 


THE YOUNG ARTIST. 

“What are you doing, Bert?” asked his sister 
Hetty. 

“Nothing much, only making pictures. Fd 
like to be an artist when I grow up. I’ll draw a 
picture of you.” With his piece of chalk he drew 
a round face like a full moon, with the corners 
of the mouth drawn down. 

“I never looked like that!” 

“Yes you did only yesterday, because you had 
to tend the baby when you wanted to go walking 
with Lucy Brown. You always look just so 
when anything goes wrong. You’d better be 
careful else your mouth will grow so; you get 
cross so often.” 

That made Hetty angry. “I guess I ain’t any 
crosser than you be! Who was it got shut up in 
the closet the other day for saying bad words? 
Who was it had to go without his supper the 
other night because he was so sick when he 
‘sm'oked a cigarette? Who- ” 

“Quit, Hetty! Please quit and I’ll never twit 


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you of being cross any more,” said Bert. '‘I’m 
just ashamed of that cigarette as I can be, since 
I learned what they put in them— opium and ar- 
senic and tobacco^ — and as for the bad words, I 
didn’t know they were wrong. I heard some 
big boys use them; I didn’t know what they 
meant.” 

“You know better now, don’t you?” 

“You’d better believe I do. I’ll change your 
picture and make it look the way you do when 
you are pleased.” A few strokes with the crayon 
made the mouth smiling and put Hetty in good 
humor. 


BETSY TAKES A JOURNEY. 

When it was decided that the Austin family 
should encamp in the woods near Silver Lake, 
for ten days, Lucy was delighted. She declared 
that Betsy must go too, for “it woukl never do 
to leave kitty behind to look out for herself, and 
perhaps starve.” She had never taken a ride, ex- 
cept in Lucy’s wheelbarrow, and even then she 
would jump out if she caught sight of a butterfly. 
To make sure of her not jumping from the 
wagon, she was placed in a wooden box when 
they started on their ride of twelve miles to the 
lake. She behaved very well, but was glad in- 


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deed to be set free at the end of the journey. Bet- 
sy always sat by the opening of the tent while the 
others were attending the temperance meetings 
in the camp. She, herself, tccl: part in one of the 


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meetings on Children’s Day, which was opened 
by a recitation given by Lucy, who told in rhyme 
of the fright she had one day when she saw her 
kitty come out of a saloon, wiping her mouth 
with her paw. She held Betsy in her arms while 
she was speaking; but, when Lucy said: 

“My dear mother told me to banish my fear, 
That kittens might steal, but would never 
drink beer,” 

the audience applauded so loudly that Betsy 
grew frightened, jumped from Lucy’s arms, 
scampered off the platform as fast as her four 
feet would take her, and rushed back to the tent, 
where she hid in the darkest corner. 


COCK-A-DOO-DLE-DOO ! 

Mr. Chanticleer is an early riser. Some one 
has put in verse what Chanticleer says, and 
makes him speak in this wise: 

“Cock-a-doo-dle-doo ! 

Cock-a-doo-dle-doo ! 

A sleepier set of boys and girls 
I never, never knew ! 

Without my lusty crow 
They’d ne’er get up, I trow! 

The sun has just begun to rise, 




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And I must let them know; 
Cock-a-doo-dle-doo ! 
Cock-a-doo-dle-doo ! 

Sue must milk the cow, 

Jack must feed the sow; 

For when the farmer finds them late 
He always makes a row. 

Without poor chanticleer 
They'd never get up, I fear. 

I’ll give another crow 
To let them know Fm here. 
Cock-a-doo-dle-doo ! 
Cock-a-doo-dle-doo! 

Why, here comes Httle Will 
With a water jug to fill. 

He’s bright because that’s all he drinks 
Or says he ever will. 

I’m a teetotaler too. 
Cock-a-doo-dle-doo!” 


HANS AND FRITZ. 

Hans, a little Dutch boy, once played a trick 
on his dog, Fritz, which the dog will never for- 
get. Hans takes good care of Fritz, feeds him 
well and has taught him to perform several 
tricks. 


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Hans puts a wooden gun which he has made, 
between the dog’s front paws, and then he looks 
much like a soldier. He looked very funny when 
he used to hold a pipe in his mouth just like any 
smoker does, but Hans cannot get him to do it 
any more. Fritz got fooled once, and that is 
enough for him. 

One day, after he had gone through all his 
tricks except one, Hans took a pipe and put a 
little tobacco in it and lit it, before putting it in 
Fritz’s mouth. Fritz at once knew that some,- 


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thing was wrong. A horrid taste came in his 
mouth. He dropped the pipe as if it was a hot 
coal, and off he scampered as fast as his four feet 
would carry him, while Hans stood laughing at 
him. Fritz was seen no more that day. He will 
go through all his other tricks when Hans com- 
mands him, but at the sight of the pipe that Hans 
takes from his pocket away he scampers. He 
will not be fooled a second time. One lesson in 
smoking is enough for him. 


WINTER FUN. 

The pond at Millbury was crowded with girls 
and boys anxious to try their new skates , and 
sleds. Oh! the fun they had! Ned Somers fell 
down and put his thumb out of joint; but Joe 
Blake, the doctor’s son, happened to be there 
and pulled it in place in the twinkling of an eye. 
“So all is well that ends well.” Sallie Martin 
threw snowballs, and took such good aim that 
one landed plump on top of Nellie Brown’s hat; 
but it was an honest snowball, made of snow, with 
no ice concealed, so it did not do much damage, 
though Nellie cried “I’ll pay you back, Sallie 
Martin!” 

When Tommy True appeared on the scene the 
children all crowded around him to tell him how 


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glad they were to see him out again. Tommy 
had been sick for a long time and had been great- 
ly missed at the weekly meetings of the Loyal 
Crusaders. He had sent word to the members 
that he had taken lots of medicine but had not 
once broken his pledge. He was True by name 
and true in deed. 


THE REASON WHY RALPH DID NOT 
GET THE POCKET KNIFE. 

Poor little Ralph! He had set his heart on 
getting that ten-bladed pocket knife. The Super- 
intendent had promised to give it to the boy or 
girl who should bring in the most money. He 
gave a little wooden barrel to each scholar. In 
one end was a hole, big enough to drop in pen- 
nies, dimes, quarters, and even half-dollars. 
They called them Sunday-school banks. The 
school needed a new library very much, and the 
children were to collect the money for it. Ralph 
wanted that knife. He said he meant to get it. 
His papa helped him, and so did his mamma. 
They gave Ralph nickels and dimes. He did not 
want any pennies, because they took up room, 
and did not count for much. Willie Brown, 
next door, had a new knife that he was very 
proud of. He showed it to Ralph; but that had 


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only five blades. At last Ralph’s barrel was full. 
When he put the last dime in he had to push it 
very hard, and the barrel was to be taken to 
school the next Sunday. Ralph was almost sure 
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thinking about the knife ; he even dreamed about 
it. But Ralph did not take in his barrel. It was 
too bad, after he had worked so hard for it. Why 
did he not take it? Because he could not. Was 
he sick? No, he was quite as well as any of the 
boys in his class. To be sure he did feel a little 
sick away down in his heart when he thought of 
that knife. Did he keep the barrel for his own 
self? Oh, no, indeed! Ralph is as honest as a 
little boy can possibly be. He did shed tears over 
his barrel — no, not over the barrel, because he 
had no barrel to cry over. The barrel was gone. 
Where? I wish I could tell you — so does Ralph. 
This much we both know: A thief raised the 
window, reached in his hand to where the barrel 
was lying on the desk, and carried it off. 

It is no wonder that when Ralph found his bar- 
rel was gone he threw himself down upon the 
floor, and cried as though his heart would break, 
while little Bob stood by, wondering what was 
the matter. 

A man must have a bad heart to steal from 
a little child. Ralph said, “It was awful mean 
to treat a little boy so.” If that man had ever 
gone to Ralph’s Sunday-school he would have 
learned that God says. “Thou shalt not steal.” 
He never learned the verse, “Thou, God, seest 
me.’’ 


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It is very probable that much of the money was 
spent for beer or whisky. The idea of drinking 
down Sunday-school money! Was it not too 
bad? 


WHAT A BLUE RIBBON DID. 

Have you ever heard of a Blue Ribbon baby? 
You may say that babies are too small to do any 
good to others, they cannot help anybody to be 
better or do, better; and all that babies do is to 
make work for other people who take care o! 
them. But babies, innocent and helpless as they 
are, bring much love with them when they come 
into the world; one baby in particular was the 
means of reforming a young man. 

A poor woman went one evening to a tem- 
perance meeting, and at its close she went up to 
the table to sign the pledge. The lady who pin- 
ned her blue ribbon on, seeing a little baby in 
her arms, took a piece of ribbon and fastened it 
on its little dress, saying, “You must bring him 
up as a temperance baby, too.” 

“I will,” said the mother, “and when he is old 
enough he shall sign for himself.” The blue 
ribbon was to show that all who wore it were for 
temperance. 

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in his crib, was soon busy getting- her husband’s 
supper ready. Now, there was a young man 
lodging in the house who was very fond of the 
baby, and who was also very fond of strong 
drink. When he came in that night lie went as 
usual and took the little one up in his arms to 
play with him, and, to his surprise, he saw the 
blue ribbon fastened to his dress. 

“Mother,” he cried, “what does this mean?” 
She explained. Then said the young man. “You 
mean this boy of yours to grow up to be a tem- 
perance man, and some day he will come to de- 
spise me; I could not bear that.” 

He felt so badly at the thought of losing the 
baby’s love and respect, that he, too. went and 
signed the pledge soon after and became a good, 
sober man. 

FAITHFUL FRIENDS. 

Robbie Burns is the name of a large dog living 
in the Green Mountain State; a noble creature, 
as sensible as he is handsome, who dearly loves 
his home and his -mistress. Robbie will make 
friends with any one who shows himself 
friendly. He has a strange liking for ice cream. 
He dearly loves to run beside the carriage when 
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given him very often because it is Robbie’s duty 
to guard the house. The only way to do when 
the order is given to have the horse and car- 
riage brought to the door is to attach a rope to 
Robbie’s collar and tie him back of the house. 

Fritz, another dog, also liked to run under 
the wagon. Whenever his master went to drive 
Fritz thought he must go too, and would trot 
under the wagon as contentedly as possible, re- 
gardless of the distance. But as soon as the 
horse’s head was turned toward home Fritz 
would leave his friends. When his master drove 
up to the gate, there he would find Fritz await- 
ing him and welcoming him with a sharp bark 
and a glad wag of his tail. 

His bed at night was inside of a large barrel, 
that had once held cider. Lying on its side and 
filled with straw, it was very comfortable for his 
dogship. Fritz was willing enough to lie inside 
the barrel, but no power could have got any 
of the former contents of the barrel inside of him. 
Poor Fritz! He lived to be nine years old and 
then died of old age. 

'Tf dogs could only vote, 

Then very, very soon 
We’d have more meat and baker shops. 

And not one rum saloon.” 


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POOR LITTLE JACK. 

The wind was blowing hard; the air was very 
cold and keen. Men and women, wrapped in 
warm clothing, hurried along the streets, eager 
to get in out of the sharp air. A little boy whose 
clothes were very thin and poor went along 
crying bitterly. His shoes were broken, his hat 


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was torn, he looked cold and miserable. Miss 
Grey, a kind-hearted woman, a King’s Daugh- 
ter, stopped and asked why he cried. He told 
her his mother was dead, and he had no home. 
His father had gone off a long while before, and 
he guessed he was dead, too. He used to drink, 
and beat him and his mother. 

Miss Grey told him to take her to where he 
had been living with his mother. She asked the 
neighbors about little Jack, and found his story 
was true. His mother had been buried the day 
before, and the landlord had turned the boy out 
in the street. 

She felt very sorry for the boy. She took him 
home with her, and the next day took him to a 
large building, where there were over a hundred 
little boys and girls who had no parents. It 
was an orphan asylum. Jack was washed clean, 
his hair was cut, fresh, clean clothes were put on 
him, and he has a nice, clean little l)ed all to 
himself. He has to study lessons every dav, but 
he is glad he does not have to wander around 
the streets. 

He felt more glad than ever last Thanksgiv- 
ing day, when he sat with the other ’orphans 
around a big table and ate the best dinner he 
ever had in all his life. Oh! how they did eat. 


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Turkey and all the fixings, milk, pie, cake and 
apples were soon put out of sight. Then they 
ate something else, which you will think was 
very strange for a Thanksgiving dinner— and 
they had nearly a barrel full of — what do you 
think? Peanuts. 



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WHY LOUIS RAN AWAY. 

‘'You’ll catch it! you’d better run away! You’ll 
catch it!” were the words shouted to little Louis 
Wilson when he tripped over a stone, fell down, 
and broke the pitcher he was carrying. 

“Catch what?” said he as he picked himself up, 
rubbed his bruised knee, looked at a big hole in 
the knee of his knickerbockers and saw the bits 
of broken crockery scattered on the ground. His 
eyes were full of tears. 

“Why, you’ll catch an awful whipping. I 
wouldn’t be in your shoes for anything,” said 
the boy who stood near. 

“But I couldn^t help it,” said Louis, “and I’ll 
tell mamma so.” 

“But she won’t believe you. My mother says 
boys are careless on purpose. You’d better run 
away.” 

And so that bad boy coaxed Louis to run 
away from home, instead of going straight to his 
mother, who would have felt sorry for her boy 
and mended his torn clothes. 

The poor little fellow walked away with a 
heavy hfeart, away from the town out towards the 
green fields. In the middle of the afternoon he 
was so hungry he decided to stop at the next 
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did so, and was given a bowl of bread and milk 
by the good woman who came to the door. You 
can guess how good it tasted to the hungry lit- 
tle fellow. 

He trudged on again, and by and by came to 
a railroad track where stood a train of cars. He 


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was so tired he thought he would stop and rest 
a bit. Climbing into an empty freight car he 
sat down on the floor, leaning his head against 
the side of the car. Pretty soon the lids drooped 
over the blue eyes, and Louis was sound asleep, 
and in the land of dreams. The train started, 
went as far as the next town and then stopped 
on a side track, Louis all the while sleeping 
soundly. He knew nothing until several hours 
later when he heard a man’s voice shout, ‘‘here 
he is!” Looking up he saw a colored man bend- 
ing over him. The man, who was searching for 
the boy, had stepped inside the car to light the 
candle in his lantern. He took Louis home mak- 
ing glad the heart of the mother who was greatly 
worried about her missing boy. 

Men were* out searching for Louis in many 
directions. Louis learned a lesson that night 
which he will never forget. As his mother 
hugged him close to her heart she told him that 
he must always go to her without fear, when he 
had any trouble; she would .always love him, 
even though he had disobeyed her. A good 
mother is a child’s best earthly friend. 

A boy who really loves his mother will keep 
his lips clean and sweet for mother’s kisses. A 
secret which any girl or boy Cannot tell to mother 
is generally a bad one to have. 


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“I IS SO HAPPY.” 

'‘I is so happy,” said little Sallie, and her blacl< 
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“Why are you so happy?” asked a lady who 
heard what Sallie said. 

“’Cause I is! We’s got lots o’ good things in 
our house now, ’cause Daddy brings home his 
money.” 

“Did he not always do so?” 

“Why, no! course not!” and Sallie looked very 
much surprised that such a question should be 
asked. 

“What was the reason he did not?” 

“’Cause the saloons was here. Daddy used to 
spend heaps o’ money for beer and whisky, and 
then Mammy didn’t have much for we uns; but 
now there ain’t any here any more, and Daddy 
has done gone and signed de pledge, and we has 
plenty ter eat, lots o’ liver and bacon, and hoe- 
cake. Daddy is so good he stays home nights 
and plays de fiddle and we uns dance a jig. Oh ! 
he plays jes’ beautiful. You jes’ ask Tommy 
Brown, if you know him, if ’tisn’t so, ’cause Tom- 
my has been to our house and seen us.” Then 
Sallie spun around on her bare black toes and 
added, “And to-morrer is Christmas; I is so glad 
I can hardly wait for mornin’.” 

Sallie is a little black girl. It is no wonder that 
she felt happy. When a father’s money goes to 
the saloon-keeper his family suffer. 


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A YOUNG WORKER. 

In China the little boys begin to work at a 
very early age. 

If you should happen to visit that strange 
country some day, you would meet little fellows 
five or six years old, each with a stick across his 
shoulders, like the little fellow here in the pic- 
ture, and from each end you would see a basket 
filled with various articles that he has been sent 
to secure for his home, or he may wish to sell 
them to anyone who will purchase them. 

How would you like to live in China and wear 
your hair down your back in a pig-tail? You 
may be glad that you live instead in this Chris- 
tian land. 


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As Strong drink is a great curse in this coun- 
try, so opium is a great evil among the Chinese. 
They smoke it, and when once the habit is 
formed, it is very hard to break. 

“I PRAY THE LORD MY CLOTHES TO 
KEEP.” 

A little boy was found crouched in a doorway 
one very cold night; he was ragged, cold, and 
miserable. The lady who found him took him 
to her home, where she washed him, dressed him 
in a whole, clean suit and gave him a warm meal. 
He felt very proud of his new clothes when he 
saw in the mirror how nicely he looked. Later 
in the evening, when told he must go to bed, he 
wanted to sleep in his new suit. His friend said 
that would not do, and brought out for him a 
clean, soft night-robe. Instead of being pleased 
the little boy began to cry. He thought that his 
clothes were to be taken away from him. 

When ready for bed he was told to kneel down 
and say a little prayer. He had never done that. 
Kneeling beside him at the bedside his friend 
said; 

“Now say these words after me: ‘Now I lay 
me down to sleep.’ ” 

Peeping between his fingers the little fellow 
lisped, “Now I lay me down to sleep.” 


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^‘I pray the Lord my soul to keep,” said his 
teacher. 

“I pray the Lord my clothes to keep,” 

“No, not ‘clothes to keep’; say ‘soul to keep.’ ” 

“Soul to keep,” said the boy. 

“Now say it from the beginning. ‘Now I lay 
me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to 
keep.’ ” 

But the poor little fellow’s mind was on his 
new gifts. He made the same mistake as before, 
for he said, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray 
the Lord my clothes to keep.” 

The woman told him he was wrong. “I’ll 
take care of your clothes,” said she. “You must 
ask the Lord to take care of your soul.” 

The little fellow’s next words told a sad story. 
Said he, “And won’t you go and pawn my 
clothes and buy rum with them? That is what 
daddy and mammy always did when I had new 
fixin’s.” 


“I AM GLAD I COMED.” 

A number of poor children were taken from 
the most crowded and miserable part of New 
York, to the sea-shore. They were to stay two 
weeks to play, to breathe in the pure, bracing 
air and grow strong. 


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Among them was one poor girl, ragged and 
barefooted, who knew what it was to be always 
hungry, for she was an orphan, and picked up 
her living as best she could by running errands 
and selling newspapers; she slept wherever she 
could find shelter. 

At the sea-shore she was taken to a good home 




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where she had all she wanted to eat, a soft, clean 
bed to sleep on, and kind care. She opened her 
eyes very wide when she saw the ocean and 
stood quite silent for a long time as though 
afraid to make a sound. 

At last a lady spoke to her and said: 

“Well, my child, what do you think of the 
mighty ocean?” 

What do you think was the girl’s reply? Did 
she express fear or surprise at the noise of the 
waves? No, indeed. She raised her eyes to the 
speaker, drew a long breath, a sigh of great con- 
tent, and said: “I’m thinking, ma’am, how glad 
I am I corned, because I never saw enough of 
anything at once before.” 

Her reply shows how her whole life had been 
starved, and neglected. Vast as the ocean is, it 
is said that more are drowned in the wine cup 
than in the depths of the sea. 


MAX AND HIS TRICKS. 

Max is a dog owned by a boy named Tom, 
who thinks he is the smartest dog in the world. 
Tom says, “Max can do almost anything but 
talk. He knows most as much as real folks who 
have two feet instead of four. When father goes 
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in his mouth. Then he goes to the post office, 
and if there is a letter, or any papers for mother 
or the rest of us, Max brings them home in his 
mouth. A string is tied around the bundle so he 
can’t let any letters fall out. He goes to the 
baker’s every morning for fresh rolls. He carries 


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the basket in his mouth. He loves to ride, and 
if he sees any signs of harnessing the horse he 
will hide under the seat or among the lap-robes. 
On rainy mornings he brings father’s overshoes. 
Then he goes to the umbrella-stand and barks 
until some one takes out an umbrella to give him. 
This he carries to father. 

He does not need an umbrella for himself, for 
he isn’t a bit afraid of the rain; his best coat won’t 
be hurt by the rain-drops. He just loves water. 
You would think so if you could see him plunge 
in the brook and swim about. I tell you, he’s a 
smart dog! I heard once of a famous dog named 
Barry, who was considered so very smart that 
when he died he was stuffed and put in the mu- 
seum at Berlin. He saved the lives of forty 
people. That was wonderful, of course; but he 
must have been a bouncing big fellow, maybe a 
St. Bernard. I believe our Max could do as 
much when he gets big; he is only a little fellow 
now. Just wait and give him a chance and he 
will show what he can do. He is the brightest 
dog I know of, and I won’t sell him, no, not even 
for a bicycle.” 


Try to be kind, try to be true 
In all you say, and all you do. 




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YOUNG SINGERS. 

There were flowers, bright flowers, everywhere; 
on the pnlpit platform, in baskets, in vases, grow- 
ing in pots, placed in every spot where there was 
room, were the bright blossoms whose frag- 
rance made the air sweet. You see it was Chil- 
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made to look beautiful for that reason. Is it 
not a good thing that Children’s Day comes in 
June, the month of roses? The grown people 
had to sit in the gallery that day because the 
children filled the whole lower part of the church, 
looking their prettiest in their new summer 
clothes. Some of these were worn then for the rirst 
time, and I am afraid the wearers thought more 
about their fine hats, and dresses, and jackets 
than they did about what the minister said. The 
church looked beautiful, but the brightest spot 
was the corner where the primary class were 
gathered — the little boys and girls with bright 
eyes, rosy cheeks and red lips — a real garden 
of boys and girls. And how they did sing! 
They opened their mouths wide like the rob- 
ins, and the sweet tones came out full and strong. 
The minister spoke to the children, and then the 
children spoke to the minister and people; they 
sung, they recited Bible verses, and some of them 
told how Christ was the “Rose of Sharon” and 
the “Lily of the Valley.” The very little chil- 
dren recited lovely verses about the flowers, and 
then out came four bright-faced children who 
sung: 

“How do pinks and roses grow? 

Is it whisky, do you know, 


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Sprinkled over them each day 
Makes them bloom so fresh and gay? 
No! no! let me tell you no — 

Water makes the flowers grow; 
Rain-drops patter, dewdrops scatter, 
So the fresh and cooling water 
Wets the leaves and roots and lo! 

This is how the flowers grow/’ 



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OUT IN THE HAYFIELD. 

Emma’s “good times” were nearly ended. Two 
lovely weeks she had spent on the farm, and had 
grown brown and red-cheeked. Only one day 
more, then she must travel in the cars back to 
the hot, dirty city. She went out in the hayfield 
and looked around. “Oh, dear!” she exclaimed, 
“how can I leave this lovely place? There is so 
much room out here, nothing is crowded like it 
is down in New York. I’d like to stay forever 
if mother could only be here too. My! wouldn't 
she just like to be out in the woods instead of 
sitting all day long running that old, noisy sew- 
ing-machine. Why can’t everybody be rich and 
live out in the country?” She received no - 
answer to this question, because no one was near 
except Trip and Whitefoot. Trip was running 
around, but little Whitefoot jumped up on her 
knee with a friendly “meow, meow,” and rubbed 
her head against Emma’s face. 

“You blessed little creature,” said Emma, giv- 
ing her a gentle squeeze. “I don’t like to leave 
you, either. Mrs. Brown said I could take you 
home with me if I wanted to, but I just won’t. 
You are better off here. You have all the sweet 
milk you can drink; there are no horrid noises 
to scare you, and no bad boys to tease you. Of 


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course I’d be good to you always, but that Jack 
Scram, who lives next door to our house, is a 
terrible bad boy. I call him Jack Scamp. He 
ties tin cans to cats’ and dogs’ tails and then 
chases them down the street. I think he ought 
to be shut up. He would tease you and frighten 
you if he got a chance, and I just won’t let him. 
He smokes, and he drinks beer, and maybe 
some day he’ll go to jail if he keeps on being 
bad; so I won’t take you away. I’ll leave you 
here, where you’re best off if you’ll promise not 
to forget me; will you?” Whitefoot’s ‘‘meow”' 
meant “No.” 


THE BOY AND HIS CORN-COB PIPE. 

A little colored boy, though very young, had 
learned a bad habit. He learned to smoke a cigar- 
ette, or a pipe. Many times he had been seen 
goiug to school with his pipe in his mouth. He 
was cured of the habit in a strange manner. He 
became frightened at sight of a series of pic- 
tures that had been given him, drawn by a skilful 
artist, to which a writer, S. Q. Lapius, had writ- 
ten clever rhymes. They attracted the little fel- 
low’s attention and made a strong impression 
on his mind. Taking the pictures, he ran to his 
teacher and said, “Teacher, will I turn into a 
corn-cob pipe if I keep on smoking?” 


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His teacher very kindly told the boy that to- 
bacco is a poison and very hurtful to growing- 
boys. He threw away his pipe. Here are the 
verses and pictures: 



'‘There was once a pretty urchin — 
Hair and eyes as black as jet — 
But he squandered all his pennies 
On the nasty cigarette. 



Yea, he smoked them by the dozen, 
And he smoked them by the score. 
Till his face was sadly altered, 

But he only smoked the more. 


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And his father stormed and threatened, 
And his mother pleaded, yet 
He just shook his head and fumbled 
For another cigarette. 



And his eyes grew dim and misty. 
And his features, once so sweet, 
Changed so people failed to know him 
When they met him on the street. 


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'Till at last he grew the color 
Of a walnut over-ripe, 

And his mother couldn’t tell him 
From a corn-cob pipe.” 


WAITING FOR THE TRAIN. 

It was the day before Christmas; the air was 
crisp and cold. The wise one prophesied that 
snow would fall before night, and sure enough, 
before noon the tiny flakes began to fall noise- 
lessly, and very slowly at first as if in doubt 
whether they would be welcomed or not, then 
faster and faster, and soon the ground was cov- 
ered with its white carpet. 

Just the kind of weather for the holidays. Who 
wants a warm Christmas? Of what use is a 
Christmas sled when the ground is bare? Mary 
Jolley was one of the many who eagerly wel- 
comed the snow, and stood a long time by the 
window, watching the feathery flakes whirling 
through the air. But as the afternoon wore on 
and they began to fall faster and faster as though 
they meant business, she began to feel a little bit 
anxious. Could they possibly keep Aunt Mar} 
from coming? She had heard of snowflakes stop- 
ping a train, and a great deal depended on Aunt 


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Mary, What would be their festivities at home, 
at Sunday-school or at the Loyal Crusaders with- 
out her? Did not the whole programme .depend 
upon her? Had she not drilled the Sunday- 
school scholars until every boy and girl knew 
their recitations perfectly? And was not Mary 
herself expecting to surprise her parents by com- 
ing out alone to sing a lovely new song, while 
Aunt Mary accompanied her on the organ? 

Oh, yes, a very busy and important little 
woman was this same Aunt Mary, active in all 
good works^ — temperance, missionary and Sun- 
day-school, who had gone to the city to purchase 
necessary Christmas supplies, promising to be 
home that day by five o’clock. 

Mary wanted to go and meet her at the sta- 
tion. Her mother suggested that the storm was 
too severe, she might get cold; Jack would bet- 
ter go instead. But Jack saw Mary’s appealing 
face, and declared that a little snow would not 
hurt her; that girls were neither sugar nor salt, 
any more than boys were. “Let her go,” said 
he, and Mary went, well wrapped, and shielded 
by a huge umbrella. Little Ted went with her. 

Her doubts about the train were soon dis- 
pelled, for as she neared the station she heard 
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rolling along. When it slowed up, and the pas- 
sengers came out, among them was a sweet-faced 
little woman whom Mary eagerly pounced upon, 
relieving her of her many packages. When 
Auntie protested that the young arms had too 
great a load to carry, Mary replied that she liked 
to carry bundles at Christmas-time, and was 
ashamed to be seen in the street without one. 
Then the questions that lady had to answer! Had 
she secured the temperance cards for the Cru- 
saders? Had she the new book for Jack, the 
new inkstand for papa, the fine handkerchief for 
mamma? What had she seen in the city, and 
where did she go? Did she take the new mittens 
and warm comforter to poor Harry Jones, and 
was he very glad to get them? These were only 
a few of the many questions asked by the happy 
little maiden, but her curiosity was fully satisfied 
by the time they reached the door of their home, 
and Mary went in feeling confident that every 
one in the family was provided for ; no one would 
be forgotten on Christmas day, not even little 
Tip, the dog, who would have a new collar with 
his name engraved on it. 


Make others glad, and you will see 
^ How happy your Christmas-tide will be. 


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“PAPA DO YOU STAND FOR TEMPER- 
ANCE?” 

“Papa, do you stand for temperance?” This 
is a question a little girl asked her father one 
Sunday afternoon when she was seated on his 
lap. They had been talking about what she had 
learned at Sabbath school, and suddenly she 
asked the question. He did not reply, and she 


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asked again: “Papa, do you stand for temper- 
ance?” He would not reply, but turned her 
thoughts toward another subject. Not long after 
he met her Sabbath school teacher and thanked 
her for the interest she had taken in his little 
daughter. He also told her of the question she 
had asked him, whether he stood for temperance. 

“Do you?” said the teacher. 

“How can I? I am a bartender; I drink,” said 
he. 

“Yes, I see you do.” 

“How?” 

“You show it. Your eyes, your skin, your 
whole countenance show it. I wish for the sake 
of your little daughter as well as for your own 
good, that you would give up drinking.” 

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it, after all 
my little girl has told me; she says the drinks 
all contain poison, and I’ve made up my mind 
not to drink any after New Year’s day. I’ll have 
to drink with the customers then.” 

“There is no time like the present, you would 
better stop now,” advised the teacher. 

Some time after this the man sought the 
teacher, and again they had a brief talk together. 

“I’ve given up drinking,” said he. 

“Yes, you show it. Your eyes are bright, your 


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skin is clear; you look much better. How do 
you feel?” 

feel like a different man. I had no idea 
what a difference it would make. Fm a happy 
man, I have a happy home, and I owe it all to 
you.” 

“No, you owe it to your little daughter and 
to God’s grace.” For the sake of that little 
daughter the father should seek some other busi- 
ness. 



If like us, you’d be happy and joyously sing. 
Don’t drink at the tavern but down at the spring. 


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BUNS INSTEAD OF CANDY. 

Lucy Bliss did a kind act on her way to school 
one morning, that made her feel happy all day. 
In fact it not only made her own heart glow, but 
made two other people very glad also. It hap- 
pened this way: she had started for school, and 
down in the bottom of her pocket was her little 
red pocketbook, and in it nestled a nickel. That 
very nickel was given her to do with just as she 
pleased. She could buy a glass of soda water, 
of which she was very fond when it had lemon 
ice cream in it, or she could buy chocolate cara- 
mels. She had not decided which she would buy, 
but had thought that the caramels would be the 
best because they would last longer. The 
thought of them made her mouth water. 

Just as she turned the corner of Main street 
she saw a poor little girl looking eagerly in a 
baker’s window. She looked hungry. There 
were fresh pies, cakes and flaky buns with cur- 
rants on top spread out on the shelves. Tempt- 
ing enough to make any one feel hungry. The 
girl was talking to herself, but Lucy heard her 
say, “Oh, if I had only a penny, just a little 
brown penny!” 

“Are you hungry, little girl?” asked Lucy. 

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mamma. She is sick and cannot sew and earn 
money.” 

“But where is your papa? Why doesn’t he buy 
bread for you?” 

“’Cause he’s dead,” sadly replied the child. 
“He was run over by a drunken driver and 
killed last winter, and oh, weVe seen such hard 
times since.” ' 

“Poor little girlie,” said Lucy. “I don’t know 
what Pd do without my papa; he buys every- 
thing for us and gave me five cents this morn- 
ing for candy.” 

“For candy! Oh my!” 

A sudden thought came to Lucy. “Wait a 
minute,” she said, and passed into the bakery. 
A minute later she came out carrying a package 
of buns, which she handed to the child, saying, 
“I guess you and your mamma can eat these 
without any trouble, they are so nice and fresh.” 

“Oh, thank you. Pll carry them in my apron 
so they won’t fall out,” said the child, while a 
glad look came to her face and a bright light in 
her eyes that made Lucy feel she was rewarded 
for her self denial. “Now tell me your name and 
where you live, and maybe my mamma will call 
and get ’quainted with yours, for she’s very good 
when any one is sick.” 


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“I guess she must be good to have such a good 
girl as you are.” 

Lucy blushed. When she went home at noon 
she told her mother what she had done and 
added, “I know now what the Bible verse means, 
‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ ” 


NED’S ARMY. 

It was not a very large army, but the soldiers 
marched proudly. There were only Captain Ned, 
little Joe, Letty, and the dog. Ned carried a 
wooden gun; Joe blew through his trumpet until 
he grew red in the face; Letty carried a United 
States flag. Ned said as it was the Fourth of 



July they must do something to celebrate. He 
had once seen a big parade and knew just what 
soldiers did. So around and around the house 


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they marched, and down the road, blowing the 
trumpet and shouting, “Hurrah for the Fourth 
of July!” 

“Oh, look!” said Letty. “Just see those geese. 
I guess they know it’s the Fourth of July, ’cause 
they march just like soldiers.” 

“Quack, Quack!” said the geese, as they 
marched — in single file — to the pond, for a drink 
and a swim. 

When the army went back to the house they 
found Uncle Harry there. He laughed when he 
saw them march in, and said they did not know 
what they were marching for. 

“Oh, yes, we do, it’s Fourth of July,” said Joe. 

“You don’t know what the Fourth of July 
means.” 

“It’s the day we celebrate, because we’re a 
free country,” said Ned. “We fire off crackers 
and shoot off guns, and have fireworks at night. 
Why, we sung in school yesterday about the land 
of the free and the home of the brave.” 

“But everybody is not free,” said Uncle Harry. 
“I saw a man to-day who had soldier-clothes on, 
but he did not walk like a soldier. His feet 
walked crooked, his nose was red, and when an- 
other soldier came along they both went into a 
lager beer saloon.” 


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ea 

“Oh! I guess he belonged to the army of old 
King Rum/’ said Ned. “You’ll never catch us 
looking so.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because we’re temperance soldiers. We be- 
long to the Loyal Temperance Legion. Didn’t 
you know it? Papa is down on the rum shops, 
and we side with him ’cause he is for temperance 



and prohibition. He says we must always be 
brave enough to say no, to what is wrong.” 

“And we’ll say NO loud, when any one asks 
us to take some beer,” said little Joe. 

Then Letty put in a word: “Why, Uncle Har- 
ry, I think those geese we saw know more than 
the soldiers, ’cause they went for cold water.” 


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HOW TIM WAS TAKEN CARE OF. 

Tim’s father died when he was quite a little 
boy. He was a carpenter and earned good 
wages. One cold day when he had taken a glass 
of whisky which he thought would help him to 
endure the cold, he fell from a high scaffolding 
and was killed. The whisky had muddled his 
brains; his steps were unsteady; he did not know 
what he was about. Tim’s mother was pale and 
sad. She worked hard to support herself and 
Tim, who was all she had. She dearly loved her 
boy, and used to stroke his soft hair, and speak 
tender, loving words to him, words of advice 
which Tim never forgot. She knew not what 
would become of him when she was gone, but she 
trusted in God’s promises. She would say to her 
boy, “You must ask God to direct you in all your 
ways. Go to Him and tell Him 3^our troubles, 
the same as you come to me. He will be your 
best friend. Always do what you know to be 
right; don’t lie, don’t cheat, don’t swear, don’t 
ever taste strong drink; be honest and truthful.” 
When Tim was left alone in the world with no 
one but his dog. Sport, to love him, a kind neigh- 
bor allowed him to sleep at night in her home; 
he earned his food by selling papers. He was a 
quick, bright newsboy. 


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After a while a new trouble came. This good 
woman died. What now would become of him? 
The world indeed did look dreary to the poor 
boy the day his friend was carried away and the 
rooms closed. It was a bitter day; the March 
wind blew keenly, the snow was falling. Every 
passer-by was in haste to reach home, and no 
one stopped to have a word with him. He did 
not know where he should lay his head that 
night. He and his dog lay down under a shed, 
huddled close together to keep warm. God sent 
a kind man along that way, who took pity on the 
boy, and told him to go home with him where he 
could stay until he could find a home for him. 
The man and his wife soon began to love the boy 
who was so ready to serve them, so anxious to 
please, and so loving. For the sake of their own 
Charlie, who had died, they kept Tim. When 
told that he could be their own boy, Tim said. 
^‘Mother said God would take care of me.” 


THE LITTLE PEACEMAKER. 

‘‘Charlie, did I not see you fighting to-day?” 
asked Charlie’s big brother. “You know it is 
wrong.” 

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little fellow of seven years, “but two boy's were/' 
“But I saw you kick them.’’ 

“Well, I had to, to make them get up. They 
were quarreling in the hall at school, and began 
to fight. Then I kicked them to make them stop. 
Don’t you know the Bible says blessed are the 
peacemakers, for they shall get to heaven?” 

He had got things a little mixed; he meant, 
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be 
called the children of God,” a verse which he had 
learned at Sunday school. 


A FOOLISH BOY. 

Nellie came running to me the other day, her 
eyes big with surprise, exclaiming: 

“Oh, Auntie, what do you think? You know 
Bertie, who lives down the street — that little bit 
of a boy — well, he smokes cigarettes, and he is 
awful little.” 

“Then he will make a little man very likely if 
he has begun so early,” I ’replied. 

“Yes, that is what Gertie says. He steals off 
by himself behind the back fence and then 
smokes.” 

“Then he must know he is doing wrong and is 
ashamed to be seen. What do you suppose he 
does it for?” 


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• “He thinks it will make him look big. He 
wants to be a man, and is always telling us girls 
what he will do when he gets to be a man. 
Brother Joe just now told him he ought to be 
ashamed of himself, and he ought to be whipped, 
but Bertie kept on smoking.” 

He has begun the wrong way if he wants to 
grow. Tobacco will hurt his /heart and his 
nerves. If he lives to be a man he will not be 


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the strong man that he might be if he had not 
begun this bad habit. 

A school-boy died recently because he had 
smoked many cigarettes. His whole body was 
sick; the poison in the tobacco had gone all 
through him. His skin was yellow, his nerves 
were weak, and he was so sick he had to go to 
the hospital. But the doctors could not cure 
him. 

He said, just before he died: 

“Oh, if all the boys could see me now, and see 
how I suffer, they would never smoke.” 

If you would not be a smoker don’t begin. 

HE WHIPPED IT OUT. 

There was no use to deny it, Glennie was a 
very cross boy. He was almost always good 
natured, but one day he was as “cross as a bear,” 
as his grandma said. He was making her a visit. 
She tried to please him, but he would not be 
pleased. At last she said, “What is the matter 
with you, Glennie? You are awful cross; can’t 
you be a little better natured?” 

“No, grandma, because I feel cross. I guess 
I’ll have to whip it out of me.” At that the little 
fellow took a .stick, and began to beat himself 
about his legs and shoulders. 


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Pretty soon he looked up, wearing a smiling 
face, instead of the cross one he had worn all the 
morning, and he said, “There grandma, it’s all 
gone.” 

His aunt came in the room not long after, and 
he said to her, “Auntie, I’ve met with a change.” 

She told him she was very glad, for he needed 
it. 

He was only a little boy, not more than four 
years old. I can tell you of a better way than 
Glennie’s, when you feel cross or naughty. Just 
go by yourself, kneel down, and ask the Lord 
Jesus to take the naughty feeling away from you. 
He will do it every time if you are in earnest. 



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A SHORT SPEECH. 

A tiny girl went with her mother to attend a 
Temperance Camp-Meeting held in the woods. 
She dearly loved to go to the meetings, where 
she sat quietly, listening attentively to what was 
said; she especially liked to hear the singing. 
One evening a friend called and invited the 
mother to go with her to a special meeting for ^ 
women. Little Annie begged hard to be allowed 
to go with them. 

“You’d better go to bed, Annie,” said the 
mother. “What good could you do at such a 
meeting.” 

“I dess I can say Amen for temp’ance,” 

“Let her come with us,” said the friend. 

The little one went and remained awake dur- 
ing the entire meeting. At its close the friend 
said to the leader, “We have a young speaker 
here who would like to say a word. I feel sure 
you would like to hear her.” She placed Annie 
upon a table where all could see her; the child, 
as she stood there, looked at the audience be- 
fore her, not one bit afraid, and then cried out as 
loudly as she could in her sweet voice, “Amen 
for temp’ance!” Do you think they chee'red her? 
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